Shourtney AU - Loving So Hard (Mature)

#37 - Midnight

*Courtney* ⚠️

Christmas Eve was a double-edged sword for me. I loved the excitement and the Christmas Spirit, but I never got any sleep. Like a little child, I would be unable to drift off all night, and I'd be downstairs before anyone else, forcing myself to not open the presents until my siblings woke up. Fortunately for me, Shayne was exactly the same, meaning every Christmas Eve the two of us would stay up all night, talking, watching movies, playing videos games, and of course, you know...

My bedroom was on the third floor, completely isolated from the rest of the house, allowing Shayne and I to spend some valuable time alone. We wrapped up in a thick blanket together and watched various Christmas films on Netflix, enjoying each other's company. Eggnog stained our lips as we simultaneously feasted on mince pies and candy canes. Our underwear-clad bodies intertwined beneath my blanket, and I held Shayne's hand tightly.

The time inched closer to midnight. Christmas was fast approaching. Delicate snowflakes continued to glide down to the ground, and perch atop my window sill outside. The animated Jim Carey rendition of Charles Dickens' 'A Christmas Carol' was coming to a close, and the time was 11:57pm. Shayne and I waited, staring at the clock. The tiny hand edged closer and closer, until eventually they perfectly aligned, pointing directly upwards. Shayne and I turned to face one another, smiling widely.

"Merry Christmas baby," Shayne whispered.

I grinned, "Merry Christmas babe."

Our lips fused, and the tension rose rapidly as our bodies began moving in sync beneath the blanket. Shayne's fingers crawled over my back, reaching the metal hook of my bra, and he unclasped it with ease. I pulled it out from beneath the blanket and threw it to the side, before returning to Shayne. He delicately nibbled my ear as I played with his thick hair, knotting my fingers in it to prevent myself from moaning too loud. I felt his hands slide down to my breasts, and this time I did moan. Shayne only smirked as his grip tightened, and he pulled me in closer. Our bodies were practically infused at this point, and we exchanged our heat and sweat.

"God I love you," Shayne murmured in between more kissing.

"I love you too," I panted.

Shayne then flipped me over so I was laying on my back, and he sucked on my neck ferociously, leaving deep purple marks. I whimpered with pain slightly as his teeth pinched my flesh, but the pain was a sensation of pleasure. He burst the blood vessels precisely, causing my hands to roam wildly over the upper-half of his body, and my legs to envelop his waist. Shayne then began to descend, leaving a trail of kisses down my body, from my lips, back to my neck, then my chest and breasts, including my nipples. His head disappeared beneath the blanket at this point, and then I felt him licking my belly button. Shortly after, I felt him tugging at my panties, and so I lifted my groin to allow him to pull them off. The silky material glided down my shaven legs, until eventually the fabric surpassed my toes. Instead of seeing them fly out of the blanket and onto the ground, Shayne's hand blindly reached up, holding them tightly.

"Put them in your mouth," I heard him say.

"W-What?" I asked, confused yet very turned on.

"Just do as I say, baby," Shayne said.

I followed his instructions, and my thighs began to tingle as I felt Shayne nibbling the skin down there. I prayed to God that I had remembered to shave everything. Shayne then lifted my legs onto his shoulders and began massaging my thighs. That was before one of the best sensations in the world began. Shayne's tongue started to work its magic and I felt an explosion of pleasure within me. My panties that I had stuffed in my mouth muffled my screams as my back arched involuntarily, and Shayne held me down by the waist, relentlessly exploring my inner walls with his tongue. I felt myself clenching and unclenching rapidly as Shayne continued to feast upon my genitalia, and my stomach subsequently began to throb, as did my vagina. Shayne pulled away to catch his breath but I reached down blindly, gripped his hair and steered him back in.

"Don't stop, please don't ever stop," I heaved breathlessly, pulling my panties away.

I felt Shayne's smirk on my clitoris, and he laughed quietly. His tongue then slithered back up my body, and he loomed above me, leaving no space in between us. We exchanged that knowing look, and after I gave a swift nod, Shayne entered me. I moaned loudly. Everything other than our heads was concealed beneath the blanket, and we kissed furiously as Shayne thrusted in and out. He pulled away and put my panties back in my mouth, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and ripped his back to ribbons as the thumps and smacks of our skin grew louder and more frequent.

"Ah fuck," Shayne groaned, either with pain or pleasure, or probably both.

I pulled my hands out from beneath the blanket as I came over and over again, to see that my nails, fingers, and portions of my hands had blood on them. Shayne simply smirked, and he gripped my hands and put them back on his back. I wanted to apologise but my orgasms were coming every few moments now, and I was soaking whatever was beneath the blanket.

"I fucking love you," I managed through my panties.

Shayne grinned, and he kept right on going. In fact, he kept going until the sun began to rise, and for once one Christmas Day, Shayne and I were the last people to wake up...